I have been to poetry ever since I could remember. I never stopped writing poems because it is like it's a huge part of my life. When I was in college I have a spare notebook where I write poetry and I will be posting them here on my blog.
This first poem is probably from my high school but am not really sure because I just pasted it in the notebook but I'll include it still. This is such a sad poem, I was going through a lot then and it shows in my poetry. Hope you guys will love it.
Here I Am
Staring at these four walls again.
Wond'ring why I feel so hollow,
I don't know what road to follow.
My life is so full of sorrow,
Is this really what's meant for me? I don't know.
Here I am living my life,
In my I'm holding a knife.
To end the life of this miserable being
I don't know what I was doing
Even my head now is hollow
I don't know what road to follow.
Here I am, weary and confused
I feel that I am always accused.
Should I end my life now
or should I go on with it for now.
I need someone to help me decide
But I found no one by my side.
Here I am...